Three prisoners chained together who have narrowly missed by the weakest link of successfully jumping on a train...

"Well, alright. We take off thru that bayou and..."

"Waitaminute. Who elected you leader of this outfit?"

"Well Pete, I figured it should be the one with the capacity for abstract thought, but if that ain't the consensus view then hell let's put it to a vote."

"Suits me." Jerking the chain. "I'm votin' for yours truly."

"I'm votin' for yours truly too." Jerking the chain as well, even harder in the opposite direction. Now they're both looking at the third prisoner chained to them in anticipation of his vote, the deciding vote, in which direction to flee.

Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble.—cthia's father. Incident in ?Axiom of Common Sense

Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble.—cthia's father. Incident in ?Axiom of Common Sense

Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble.—cthia's father. Incident in ?Axiom of Common Sense